Though amusement shined in his silver eyes, it was not the harsh sort. Timore wasn't laughing at her. His eyes swept over her in a slow perusal before turning to the painting. That she knew his name did not surprise him for the reasons already spinning in her mind though he did not know him. The fight between Timore and Sovan had not been a quiet affair.
"You're welcome, and I am." He thought for a moment, lips pursed as memory lazily wound around, tracking down her voice and perhaps a name. "Robin?" Timore queried before lifting his drink for a sip. "And as long as your careful about what you touch, there isn't too much to fear."